Rambling On here.....
Tuesday, Oct. 09, 2012 3:51 PM

"... And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." - Friedrich Nietzsche

I want to write. I want to express myself. I want to say things I would never dare dream of saying outloud.

I feel like a character in a book. I am me, but I am someone else. I can see my life through a glass lens, playing out on stage. I am a puppet.

I touch my skin. I pinch my flesh leaving behind little white marks. My fingers are cold but my skin is warm. Soft. Tender. Am I real, or is this all an illusion?

I wrote you love letters but you never read them. They became lost, no longer important. One day you blinked and I was there. The next day you blinked, and I was gone.

Fingers tapping lightly on the keyboard. Words crossing the page from left to right. I have a secret. Erase that sentence. Nobody needs to know that. Go on. Delete it. Why are you leaving it there?

I have a secret.

Crack a smile. You're too serious sometimes.